Who am I, you ask?
I am made from
all the people I’ve encountered
and all the things I have experienced.
Inside, I hold the laughter of my friends,
the arguments with my parents,
the chattering of young children,
and the warmth from kind strangers.
Inside, there are stitchings from cracked hearts,
bitter words from heated arguments,
music that gets me through,
and emotions I cannot convey.
I am made from
all these people and moments.
That is who I am.